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Mar 2016
Such pretty things
          You said to me-

Unbutton me
               Some more.

For I am yours
          To take tonight
           Upon this forest floor.

Let's make a bed
         In Autumn leaves,
                     & leave
                  No leaf unturned.

Beneath these trees
             Please teach me,
                      Please-
To learn
   A love
      Unlearned.
Logan Schaller
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Logan Schaller  Wisconsin
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